Tyian, a land at almost constant war, is at the moment in an uneasy true.
In the high mountainous contry, the dwarves suffer, at least for now, no raids from the trolls and in turn the trolls do not suffer the fire they so hate in their homes. The Giants do not kill the humans(and at the moment like it that way), the goblins in turn do not attack the elves.
The geography of this small world is simple, the main strech of mountains the Mor Burn, are on and near the northeast cost, there is on mountain in the centre, a stage for many battles in the inccessant wars of the races, Golen hill. There is woodland around the mountains and apart from large pockets, it covers the entire land mass, the Elves are still the supreme power, the humans are yet young as a race, the Dwarves in their mountains have little to do with anyone else and the halflings spend too much time living with and making fun of the humans to care.
But the peace will not last, the Moon Elves kingdom is falling, a power struggle will ensue to see which of the other two houses, grey or woodland will rule, and in that time the Maelor Mor will come again, take the predender Giant king from his throne and march to war, because they fear Golen Hill and loathe and covert what resides beneath it, the weapon.
No one knows what form the weapon takes, it may be a sword, or a bow or a lance or any manner of other things, but this is known, by deed and phrophicy, that it alone will decide the winner.
Though the Maelor Mor grow strong, their counterparts, the druids, are dying, the Maelor Mor hunt them, for they will not let such a powerful group that is so against them live. When the druids die, then all hope for Tyian is lost. For they alone know that which is not known to the elves or the Maelor Mor, they know what the weapon is and they have chosen one from among them to find it, with whatever aid he can find, to find the weapon, for it does have enormous magical power and turn it over to it's rightful user, to see the world saved.... A druid travels to the elven kingdom, those that all the other goodly races follow would have to be made to help, for without the elves no other race would join the quest, if the quest was lost so would the world be.......A druid travels....

Good, now start the first two or three scenes. Almost start it like you would a book. Our characters will join when it best suits them.

The timber wolf ran, the power of the Green God ran in it's veins.
He had many names the green God was the most well known, Hellos was one, Mython the Cureer, Tyarian another, but to this child he would always be known as Loyn, the master of wood and glen, though he had 1000 names among the initiated, this was always Ross's favourite.
He too had another name, in what seemed like an age ago, he was known as Prince Zanilo De Rymas prince of the wood elves, if he were not a druid he would be next in line to the throne, his father too old to take the postion, being over six hundred and eighty and close to the great passing. He would have been sad anyway, in comming home, for he loved in father and to know that over two hundred years had passed and they had not spoken (his father never understood his desire to be a druid rather than a king).
It was more than that though, he was sad for the news he had to bring, theend of days was possibly now and he was returning home to tell part of it, to tell part of how the end may happen, if not for the intervention of all the goodly races, except perhaps the halflings, though he would not be unsurprised if the power that ruled the cosmos and the Gods included one. He was running acros the high country now and was a day away, at most, hard running, from the Elven forest, a day and a half from the Elven capital. This was hard country though, Dragons were here both good and bad, as were the dwarves and there counterparts, the Trolls. Still he had no time to stop and he could not afford the extra days it would cost him in his more natural guise and there was no priest upo this earth powerful enough to teleport the distance, his council had teleported him some 300 hundred miles south, just at the edge of the high country on a clear bright day.
Suddenly he stopped, knowing something was wrong, at first he thought it was danger to him and his hackles rose, then when he realised what it was he howled his agony and dispair to the moon in unending agony.
The Maelor Mor had come to the druid's castle (it had been renovated into a temple but still was very defensable) they had come last night, just after he had been sent, with only the council awake(for they had not been attacked in centuries and foolishly thought that it would be some time before they themselves would be attacked) they had scaled the walls and killed most of the order in their sleep, the dark rush had not been hurt only annoyed by the few druids that were awake and had slaughtered all of the order. The keep was now rubble, not even the foundations standing.
Praying for the soul's of his brothers, the last Druid ran on, the mission consuming his grief, for he was the last, and he may soon die, but he would not before the mission was complete.
Once inside the elven woods, the Maelor Mor wqould not be able to enter, the spells there were much older and layered upon each other, mellenia old, not even the Maelor Mor were strong enough to break those spells yert. He was Elven though, they would not affect him. He ran hoping that he could deliver the warning, perhaps the elves already knew, it was said there Queen sometimes had preminitions, he hoped he could explain to her more fully wondering what the elders would do in his place......

He got no more than half a mile before the thing attacked him.
It was a creature like the Maelor Mor, only less so. Once human, it had taken this form in it's bid to become one, in essence, it was there verson of young. All of them had been human once, but the darkside of magic had pervered there souls and changed them into something not quite human. This. Every deed of depravity done, every hateful act led them further into maturity until at last they became Maelor Mor.
It was young yet and dangerous, though he was also young and for but a brief instant doubt flowered in his mind. To be replaced by a wall of towering rage that would serve him even less than one of doubt. he transformed into himself and his druid power flowed easily into his staff lighting the area. The thing crouched away from it.
The power rocked through him, one born of compassion, of love and it was this blinding heat that the Maelor Mor could never understand. The Druid, instead of attacking, opened his arms, and the song of love, the source of every druids hope and dreams, flew from his lips.
For the druids did not, in the strictest sense kill, they would not, unless it was something completely out of the natural order, which this was not as it had yet to become Maelor Mor. The thing flinched away as if it had been struck, yet the druid moved forward, keeping love in his heart and he forced himself into that song, forced himself to see this enemy as something he would love.
layer by layer the shadow was stripped away, the dark power flowing from it, to be dissapated into the void, from whence it came. The thing began to take on a more human aspects, the shadow receding, leaving a very old bitter man with no power save that of all lost mortals, perhaps the greatest power, and choice, of all, to love or to hate.
"I love you" he whispered, and the man, acient anyway, finally lost all hateful illusion his existance laid bare. His bones began to crumble, his age catching up upon him, he seemed to resemble a man forced to live at least three hundred years over his time, untill he finally, with a curse, turned into a pile of dust. This was soon blown away on the morning wind.
The druid settled down to sleep, there would be other attacks he knew, but tonight he was exausted and settled down to sleep.
The elven city could wait half a day.

Queen Nienna leaned on the stone railings and sighed out into the night. The elven capital was beautiful. The star-like haze of candles reflected lazily of the walls of the grey, stone buildings and there was very little sound - just the odd guard pacing on duty of the rustle of leaves.

Nienna shivered as the night breeze blew though her silk night-gown. Her husband was snoring slightly back in their room, unaware of his wife's absence. She couldn't sleep, couldn't get the feeling of worry to leave her mind.

She turned her head as her sensitive ears picked up the noise of an aproaching guard. The elf, dressed in the Moon house colours of silver and green, froze when he realised who she was. Quickly he bowed and begged forgiveness for his intrusion.

"You don't have to apolagise," Nienna insisted. She smiled and was about to ask for the guards name, but he had dissapeard back around the corner, out of sight.

"I guess I should try and get some sleep," she said to herself. "No, its no good. I just can't sleep!" Finally giving in to her worries, she put on a warm, cotton overgown and walked in the opposite direction to where the guard had appeared, down into the city.

It was early spring. The snows of the winter had come and passed and only left its faint memory in the thawing ground. Warmed by the touch of the sun, damp fields lay open to the sky, covered only by a faint green blush as the first tender shoots emerged from their winter’s sleep. Early one fine morning, when the air was still cold, the man Valentine Charity Ericks approached another small village in the vast fields.

Valentine had a light build with long curly black hair and steely green eyes. He wore his usual green tunic, black combat pants with a red sash, and his decorative blue scabbard containing his rapier (The Rose Thorn). His Village Protector rose was pinned to the front of his tunic, as it usually was, as he approached the village gates.

“Who goes there?” A guard called down to him from an outpost on the wall. The man was in a full suit of plated armor with a shining long sword at his side.

“My name is Valentine Ericks from the village of Maran. Monsters attacked me just down the road here and my horse ran off with all my supplies during the battle. I am on my way to the elven capital on business on my own and I have come here to your fine village in high hopes to find a new horse and some supplies.”

The man stared at him for a moment as if trying to find flaws in his story. Then he smiled and said, “Then you have come to the right place. This village is famous for horses. If you go to John’s Stables on the west side of town, he should be able to set you up with everything you need on your trip to the capital.”

Valentine nodded. “Thank you kind sure. I hope you have a lovely morning.”

“And to you to. Open the gates!”

OOC: I may be controlling some characters here, I may not, I am not sure, but this IS nessecary to my plot and to the course of the story so I will get it out of the way.

He dreamt of the man with a rose, then suddenly it shifted, and a dwarf with a thick beard and striking blue eyes appeared, then was gone, a woman on a horse, and again in a flash was gone.
Then he felt the calming presence of the elven Queen and tried, reaching with his magic, to tell her of what had happened to the order, and the Maelor Mor. He did not know how much he had got through, he was a asleep, but no druid truely slept, it was ainstead a form of mediation like sleep that allowed there magic to recooperate more quickly. She might have just felt yhis dispair or seen some or all the images he had sent to her. What he did know however, was that he got something through. Then he dreamed of his future.......

There stood his God, strong serene and proud stood Loyn, God of Wood and beast, staring at him with loving, knowing hazel eyes.
"You must reconstruct my seven" he said, Ross paused, in the oldest journals of the order there were passing mentions of something called the seven, but no one knew exactly what they were.
His God saw his look, and imparted to him the memories of the first head knight Styn'x woodchild and saw the seven fall into darkness, there magical armour gleaming sliver and there faith different from the druids. They were not passifists, they killed, but the killed in the name of love, with the Joy of the Wood in there hearts and he knew instinctively that the only seven that had been priests were the first, the rest had been called to nature in diferent ways. He also knew, that though the Elven queen would be important, she would not be among the seven, though he felt certain that the others, the Dwarf, the Man with the Rose and the woman with the sword strapped so easily on her back would be. Still there was an element of choice, he saw the candle flame of the seven and he knew that if even one rejected the gft of the magical armour and sword (though curiously one sword,on the armour for the male human, had shattered, leaving a place for a different blade) then the candle would fail and the encroaching darkness would kill everything.
He gasped at the weight of the task before him, he knew again instinctively, where the armour was to be found, he saw the amulets, shaped to each persons soul animal being used countless times to hide the magical armour, either by though or by touch and saw them instinctively come out again. His mind was bombared with the knowlege of a master swordsman, and he felt his mustlles change. He saw the council of seven, now in a disused place in the elven forest, in a cave call to him to retrive his armour, to take the others there to make his choice, He knew that when a wearer died there armule would instantly return to it's place in wait for the next to be called. He saw the seven law makers bring justice equality and balance to the world, he saw seven judges and then he learned and screamed.....

He learned the secret of the seven.......

He reached the elven borders the next day and demanded to be taken into the Queens prence, they did not argue, this was an elven prince, that one might have the imperance to question but not a Druid, they were the spiritual leaders of the Elves and appeared only on the wings of doom, they would never be questioned by an elf.

Galiea woke, a cool breeze blowing through her open window. She got up and looked through it, the sun just beginning to rise. There was a creak behind her, and she spun round, warriors instinct kicking in, only to be dispelled when she saw that it was Aerthon, her surrogate father.
"I am glad to see you awake." She merely nodded, sensing that he had something else to tell her.
"I have something very special for you to do. I want you to ride to the Elven capital. You must pass on a message to the queen. Take this." He fished something out of the pocket of his grey wollen coat, and crossed the room, pressing it into her hands.
"Take this, and show it at the gate. They will know who it is from. When you get there, tell the queen that the time has come." He went to leave, pausing on the threshold.
"Only you can do this, my child. I wish you luck. Sensi will be ready for you." She nodded again, and he left, shutting the door gently behind him. She looked at the thing that had been enclosed in her fingers. It was a silver ring, a small emerald set either side of the larger, central onyx. She did know know what it signified, but she placed it on the chain round her neck, and dressed quickly. Packing a bag with a few supplies that she would need from her room, she left, walking downstairs quietly so she would not wake the others. Her sword hung easily by her side, and as she walked, she could tell that today would be a day like no other. Today was the start of an adventure, an quest into the unknown. She paused when she reached the stable yard, a familiar grey horse standing, waiting, watching. A low whistle, and the horse pricked it's ears, attentive, listening. Another low whistle, of a different tone, and the horse whinnied gentle, and walked over to where she stood.
"Are you ready my child?"
"Yes, Aerthon, I am ready."
"Then good luck, and God speed." He bent down and kissed the top of her head, holding her shoulders firmly as he did so. She wasn't sure, but it sounded like he whispered something, something that was unmistakeably "Be safe."

As she mounted Sensi, her reliable, noble, horse, she caught a glimpse of Aerthon's face. A single tear ran down his cheek, to be irritably brushed away. As she rode out of the yard, Galiea felt a strange urge to pause, to take a final glance at her home for the past ten years.
"Goodbye." Her words were hardly audible, and after a momentary sigh, she turned, spurring Sensi on, the wind in her hair, her soul alive as they galloped through the woods together, one entity, one soul.

One cause.

He was led silently into the Queen's chambers, she was not there but they promised she would appear soon. His body ached, from the transformatio that his muscles had taken. He now had the strength, speed and dexterity of someone who had fought and trained with swords all his life. He did not want to kill though, he wanted to be a priest, he wanted to live in complete harmony with nature and he knew that as soon as his blade sank into someone elses throat he would loose something indefinable...
He communed then, as Priests will, with his God, and he formed a simple mental question Will I lead them? he knew that there was a lord Knight and he knew how that armour. Though it appeared the same as the others, ment that this person led the Knights, no more than that, this person was the heart of the Knights themselves, where he went, the others would foolow. The armour was more than armour you see, it changed the user, it made them stronger, faster and fitter than they ever were before. That was only part of it he knew. More profound were the mental changes, in willingly accepting the armour the users gained the ability to speak to each other without words, they gained priestly powers that to most, if not all, did not have before. No one would be able to tell how many abilities each new Knight got before they placed the armour on, it depended on each person. The other profound change, was that, if they did not belive in the Gods before they would after because, they were more than Knights, more than Judges, they were Loyn's Seven, Warrior Priests you could call them, fighting in love for the God they knew existed, because that was the last gift of the armour, it showed the truth of the Gods and there part in the world, it brought faith to the atheist and rightousness to the condemend. But was he to lead them, was he to be their Lord?
You shall lead them to the weapon said his God But then and only then, shall the Lord Knight become known to you all and he shall take the weapon and fight for the Goodly races as his Gods mind whispered away, he remembered the vision of the weapon that he had been given and he knew, deep down that the leader would not be an Elf.

When dawn finally came, Nienna walked back up to her rooms. Purpously wanting to avoid too much company, she went quickly to her dressing room. She chose one of her favourite gowns, a simple one made of a sandy yellow material and had gold stars embroided down the back and sleeves, in an attempt to lift her mood.

Dressed, she sat down infront of her mirror - she could tell she hadn't slept well. Never mind, she had no official business planned for the day, so she didn't need to look her best. She fiddled absent-mindedly with her hair, untill she was disturbed by a knock on her door.

"Come in," she called as she turned to face the door. A young elfin maid called Deishda walked cautiously in and bowed respectively infront of the Queen. Nienna smiled politely and ventued "was there something you wanted me for, Deishda?"

The maid blushed as she heard the Queen use her name. "Your magesty, Ross of the House of Wood is waiting in your greeting chambers." Nienna nodded to show that she had head, and the maid quickly left the room.

For some reason, Nienna felt sure that a visit from the half elf was not a good thing. Why did he want to see her and not her husband? "Well I guess I won't find out untill I speak to him."

Placing her hairbrush on the stone table she walked quicky though to the room especially set aside for the queen to recieve guest. It was a reasonably sized room - big enough to hold a gatering but not unpersonal.

She entered the room unanounced and saw Ross sitting crossed-legged on the floor, deep in concentration. She wondered what was wrong with the chairs, before she remembered that the Half elf had trained as a priest.

When he finally opened his eyes she said formally, "Ross of the House of Wood, welcome to Yannanas. I hope you are well?"

Her face was drawn, he could tell that she had not slept well, but he was much worse, he had spend almost two days in hard travel and his magic was almost exausted.
"I no longer carry that designation, my lady, I am a Druid of Tyian and of nothing else I am afraid" he smiled sadly even as his eyes turned serious,
"I come to you and not your husband because, you, as Queen, have less formal duties and my message cannot wait in a musty pile of scrolls somewhere" he sighed.
"My news is not good I am afraid, Just outside your borders lady I was attacked" he paused to let that news sink in" by the Maelor Mor, I am afraid the shadow Wizards have come again. More than this though, they attacked the Druid stronghold the night before last" the tears of grief long held, fell down his cheeks, " I am the last of my kind and I have been given a trust I must complete"
He told her somethings then, he told her that he had been sent after the weapon but more than this, he told her of his dreams and asked that when any of these people he arrived they must be sent to him. Finally he said
"the only other reason I come to you is because you are a moon elf, and...Do you remember, dear Queen, the stories of the haunted cave and the Ghostly warriors seen there? I know now, more about them than any Elf in mellenia and know that they are no evil spirits, they were called the seven, warrior priests of my God and bringers of justice. I will be in the cave of the seven ready to ask each of these people to take up the armour and leave their other lives behind"
"will you help me lady? Will you help the last of the Druids?"
He knew that he hadnt told her much, he hadn't told her what shape the weapon would take, nor contradict her natural assumtion that an Elf would take the weapon, nor did he tell her why he needed the seven beyond the fact that they could counter act the Maelor Mor. To tell her too much would have, in his mind, be more disasturious than telling her nothing at all...

"They're dead? The druid councile is dead?" She turned from the man standing before her and stood to gaze out of the large oval windows that allowed light to flood the room. She remebered nearing her husband talk alot about the druids - men who gave up their lives in order to serve their god. To imagine that the dark-haired man in this room was the last one alive was almost beyond belief. Yet she believed it. This was the troubling event that had kept her awake.

She turned to face him once again. His eyes were red from tears and he looked troubled and weak. "Of course I will help you, in any way that I am able. But," she paused in thought, unaware that she was absentmindedly moving the rings on her fingers, "I am only vagualy aware of these stories being only a moon elf by marriage." She tried to smile reasuringly at her guest but he just stared blankly back.

"I know of the tale of the Seven, made of all races and of good men. I remember hearing about the weapon; how it can defeat the Maelor Mor forever. And that, can only be a good thing."

She bowed in respect of the man who had traveled far and in repect of the god he represented. "I promise that I and my people will aid you in your quest. If you have been sent to establish the seven, and thus find the Cave of Ghosts then you will."

The formalities over she walked up to the druid and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. "You are exhausted, Ross. I would not be completing my duty if I allowed you to collapse and die. When these people come I will bring them to you. You are safe here from the Maelor Mor and you must rest."

They galloped for almost an entire day, stopping for neither food nor rest. Galiea had to get as close as she could to the elven capital before nightfall. There was a feeling in her bones. Not that she had an ounce of magic about her, but there was just a feeling, an intuition that she had to be as close as she could.

She remembered passing through the dark woods, feeling an eire shudder run down her spine, and without being urged, felt Sensi go just that little bit faster. They say horses have a sixth sense. They were cold, clammy, enveloping, and Galiea sincerly hoped that she would not have to rest in them that night.

Suddenly she had burst out of the other side, into warm air, freer than before. As they faced over the hillside, Sensi footsure and fleet, she had seen the walls of the city loom into view, saw the gate and raced evermore towards it. The sun had set by the time she reached the gate. Dismounting, she banged on side door with as much strength as she could muster.

"Let me in, please." A head appeared through a slit.
"What do you require. No-one may enter the city after dark without good cause." Fumbling around with the chain, she pulled it out of the front of her dress, showing the guard the ring.
"Please, let me in," she reiterated, "I have to see the queen." There was a scraping of bolts, and the guard opened the gate.
"Quickly, enter. You may rest here with us tonight, and see the queen tomorrow, once you are refreshed."
"Thank you." Leading Sensi through the gate, she was lead to an empty stable, where she made her horse comfortable. After, she was lead to a spare room in the guards quarters. All the while she was aware of the eyes of the guards on her, and she kept a hand locked around the ring on her neck. Maybe it was because they were strangers, or maybe it was because they were men, but she did not trust these elves at all. Strange, when she had been told that they were the most trustworthy of them all.

Dangreed sat up in bed sweating. He looked out the window of the smith to find it still dark outside. He estimated that it was still around midnight. He glanced over at another bed set against the wall and saw the steady rise and fall of Berks chest indicating that he was fast asleep.
Dangreed rose from his bed to get some water. He left the room stumbling a little as he entered the small kitchen where he found some water which he splashed onto his face. As Dangreed lent against a table still panting from the icy cold water he tried to remember his dream. He remembered a face. A face of a serious man, yet he wasn’t quite a human man. What was he, an elf, that’s right. His slightly pointed ears gave that away. But an elf. Dangreed had never seen an elf only heard of them in great stories. Who was this mysterious elf with dark hair and deep amber eyes? He had this strong feeling to meet this elf. Whoever he was

This wasn’t the first time he had had this dream. Almost every night he goes back to that face and every night he remembers something more. This time he remembered something else, another face. A female face narrow and like the last face also an elf. She looked important. She wore expensive clothes and her hair was neatly placed behind her head. Dangreed didn’t much take kindly for elves. He thought them stuck up, always thinking they were the best. Hah any Dwarf could outsmart an elf thought Dangreed. A dwarf like him.

He left the kitchen to return to bed leaving any thoughts of the dream behind. Yet that one nagging feeling would not about that deep amber eyed elf would not go. It seemed to be pulling at him by some unimaginable force.

"Im afraid that I cannot lady, for I must move, the first charge arrives any moment. I do not need you help other than collecting all the charges meet me at the cave" the was a map on the wall and he pointed to a cave somewhat northwest "This is the cave of the seven, once there was a castle, but they retreated into the Elf lands as the ancient men began to find technology. His mind travelled back to the Druid cronicles, to things that no even the elves remembered. The Elves and the dwarves saw the folly of mans machines, the dwarves deelved deep and far and rested in the womb of mother earth for an age, the Elves sailed, to their enchanted island that saved them from the holocost, for with weapons of mass distruction did almost all of humanity die..." Forgive me lady I digress, I needed your permission to go to the cave as you are of the royal line and the ancient wards would only allow one of the seven, who are all dead, or the Queen of the elves to enter and take people with them without being frozen untill they died of thirst or were released." He paused, his dark eyes, hooded and intense "I go to prepare the cave."

Nienna sighed, seeing that further attempts to persuade this man to stay was hopeless.

"Very well, I will take these people to the cave." Inside she knew she would have a battle on her hands, for the king would not be happy about her taking the journey, but she didn't want to concern the druid anymore then was necissairy; he seemed to have the world on his shoulders as it was. Besides, she had ways and means of winning that particular fight.

"I'm guessing that you don't want any of my guards to accompany you - but please, take this with you. It would ease my mind a little." She held out her hand and placed on his a siver ring with golden flames engraved into the smooth surface. It was her fire ring - one of the four elemental rings which had been given to her on her coronation day. They were powerful rings, but she knew the druid would use them wisely.

"They will give you the energy you need." She said, smiling. Seeing his expression she added lightly, "I'll be okay without it for a while. Besides, I do have three others."

As he reached out for the ring he felt the last days of his priesthood appearing. He was comming to the end of his days as a Druid, and he was the last, after him there would be no more. He sighed inwardly, there could be no help, after this he would be of the Seven and not a priest as he was. The calling of the armour, which he had begun to hear only moments ago, reached out to him, and to all that were to take the armour, enticing them to touch the mystical Silver that would forever change there lives. He bowed and headed to the cave.....

It was a half hour walk northeast, and to him, the closer he got, the more felt the encapulating music.
The cave was not much to look at, a handful of boulders and strewn rocks, he walked there in the rapture and comfort of the music. It was not the cave that counted, but rather what was inside. His steps were both longing and hesitant, leaving too much it seemed, that could not be expressed in words. Then he was inside.
He saw the tapestries depicting the orders history and the circular room.
The piece that domanated this was the table of the Seven, it was round and each person had equal voice, he noticed the Lord Knights chair only because he had memorised where they last were placed, all the chairs looked Identical, except for the animal depicted on the top, that signified it's users, the armour was laid in front of each chair ready for there users, the amulets gleming on the top of the pile. and he would be the only one who knew who the Lord Knight was, until it was time for the weapon to be taken. There were four doors leading from this room but at this moment he was more interested in the table itself, the inscription was archaic elvish, but he made it out. The Light against the dark, Honour, love, charity, hope freedom and peace through strife, to our words we the seven hold true.
He moved to the first door and this was the stable, he was unsurprise to find greys there, what did surpise him was that there were six, not seven. Might one of the chosen be dead? he brushed that though aside, the horse, like the armour was connected to the user, when the person died, so did the horse, though the reverse was not true, a Sevens hose was half horse half magic and was faster, strongerand more intelegent than a normal horse. He shrugged, it would be revealed in time.
The second was the domatires and he passed that without opening the door, the third was the garden, it led also to the side entrence to the stables, magical plants grew there of there own accord to feed the vegeterian priests
Finally he moved to his armour, his hand reached out and toched it. He had no vision, as he should and the rest would, he knew what his God was and it was not nessecary, but the amulet canged from it's previous symbol of a fawn, to an otter leapin in a stream, he felt rather than saw, the amulet magically appear on his neck, the armour turned to mist and on instinct he allowed it to enter him to become a part of him, he felt himself change, to become fully one of the seven. He was the second, the First knight, answerable to his cooleges, ready to take, however reluctanly, the mantle of power until the Lord Knight was found. He was clothed in the armour now and the sword felt right at his side. He accepted the curse because he knew it was there. The choce of the armour for the others would be much harder, because he would have to tell them of the curse of the seven, what being one of these people would cost them and what they would gain in return. The last door tempted him and he realised that he had dropped his staff in the transformation, he bent down and was about to lift it up when it burst into flames. He was a priest no longer. The last door, the one to the library, more complete and famed than the druids ever was, was left untouched, he had ashes in his mouth. He willed the armour away and was surpirised to find he no longer wore his priest robes, instead the was dressed in white wool, and soft doe skin boots the image of a leaping otter was stiched in black wool over his breast.
He waited for the rest of the seven on a chair the now sported a leaping otter at the top.

IC: Ewan

His green Dragon eyes scanned the farmstead, the Elves inside watched his approach with open curiosity for a people that was almost at constant war.
His expirence told him to pick up his bow and fire, his morals though only newly made told him to show no hostility however and so he moved forward, the cowl of his cloak pulled up to hide his revealing eyes, he looked like a forsester in his brown leggings, green wollen shirt that had seen too much wear and his brown cloak. Only his boots and weapons gave him away, his doeskin boots were too expensive for a forester and his weapons had the look of ones well used.
"May I sleep in your barn tonight" His voice was slightly musical and without knowing it his dragon birthed power had seeped into his voice, giving it the element of a charm spell.
"Of course master" said the Elf man who appeared out of the door with his wife and adolecent child in tow, weapons close. Instinctively virtuous, he pulled down his cowl and their reactions were too predictable. First they saw his face, it was too perfect, almost lumincent, this in itself caused them to almost adopt him into the family as an angel from their dreams. Until they saw his eyes. "Dragon spawn!" screamed the man as he made a clumsy swipe with his sword, but Ewan was quicker and resisting what he was designed for, he jumped back, using the strength and skill of his elemental heritage, he cleared enough distance
" I do not wish trouble he shouted" The elves though were beyond reason, the mother drew her bow, the boy his shortsword as the father attacked again. Quicker than they could think, Ewan sword was out, into the mans heart, wiped and sheathed. The woman had not even got her hand to her arrow, nor the boy taken a step. "I am sorry, I wished no trouble I will tro---" but he did not get to finish that sentence, the boy ran at him, much as the father did, but Ewan did not want the child to die. He had never had a childhood and wanted this one to enjoy it. His uppercut, though light, was fulled with inhuman strength and sent the boy sprawling, dazed he could only shake his head. The woman reached for her arrow. She realised dimly, that it was slow, too slow, even with her elven reflexes, as an arrow imbedded itself in her eye. How was that possible, an elf could put four arrows in flight before the first one hit. How was..... She was quick though Ewan sadly, sensing her thoughts, but he was not bound by mortal constraints, an excellent human could put three arrows, an elf for but he could put nine in the air without breaking a sweat. Softly he placed the bow back on his shoulder and began to walk away. The boy screamed, finally out of his daze. The bow sang. he buried him together that same day his heart full of sadness. He needed little sleep, he was not human, he was only given the outward appearance of humanity, he was a hybrid, an earth elemental made with dragon flesh. The onlyy way he could die was to be pit at sea, earth elementals were immortal except out of their element. He quickly moved on, there was a song on the wind and he wanted to hear it forever....

IC: Ross
He must have dosed in his chair for some time but when he awoke, he did so to a forester standing there in a worn outfit.
"Can I help-------" he noticed then the dragon eyes

Galiea awoke, and looked around her.
"Where am I? This isn't my bed..." She murmured to herself, before she became fully awake and remembered the events of the previous day. Her departure from her home, her mad ride towards Yannanas, her refuge in the guards quarters, her distrust...

She reached quickly for the ring. It wasn't around her neck. Nor was the chain. Panicking, she hasitly got out of bed, eyes scouring the room to see if she had taken it off before she slept. The light from the window caused something on the bedside to glint. Hurrying to it, she picked it up.
"Thank the stars, the ring!" Breathing a sigh of relief she re-fastened it around her neck before getting ready for another ride, this time, all the way to the queen's home.

She gathered her pack, and quietly slipped out of the room, not wanting to attract attention. She made it to the stable where Sensi was without difficulty, and hastily prepared her horse for the ride. Whilst she wasn't a rude person, there was something in the atmosphere that made her feel that the guards would try to stop her.
*You must be more trusting of people." She spoke to herself as she swung lightly onto Sensi's back. Seeing that the gates were open, Galiea spurred her on, and Sensi galloped out of the gate as though her tail was on fire.Galiea heard shouts behind her, but kept on going.
"No looking back. Only ahead." Together they galloped out of the guards shouting distance, and up the hill towards the castle.
"Half a day and we should be there. Lets hope that the guards don't follow us, hey?" A toss of Sensi's head was the only response she got, and a slight increase in speed. They were on their way, and nothing was going to stop them.

I Hope you're happy GC, I've killed my brain cells on this, trying to think of something. I'm not very creative at the moment. I also took me forever, as my dial-up is cack and never works. Be pleased. Feel special :P

What does IC mean. Sorry but I'm not familiar with RPG shortcuts.

P.S. This post is much later after my last post. So at least a week has past

It was late afternoon at the time that changed Dangreed's life forever. He was working in the smith in his leisure time perfecting his war axe. He had just finished etching dwarfish words in the blade that once translated says... "There is life after death". He now was working on adding decorations around these words.

I cry of alarm brought his concentration away. He put his Axe down and poked his head out the window. It was fairly dark outside but he could make out burning flames at the edge of the building. His breath quickened as he heard the cries of battle. He noticed lots of shapes running towards the flames carrying weapons. Burk was out at the pub so Dangreed ran to get his weapons. He scooped up his war axe and fetched his throwing axes and short axe witch he slung over his back.

As Dangreed ran towards the fire the cries of battle grew louder before he ran around the next corner and saw the fight. There were warriors everywhere. All the buildings were on fire. Dangreed stared at the chaos that was laid out in front of him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a man carrying a broad sword charge at him. Dangreed quickly brought his war axe up into the man’s gut who spewed blood out onto him leaving a red stain on his tunic. He gurgled and fell to the ground staring with blank eyes. Dangreed was shocked. He had never killed a man before and a new pain inside him wrenched, pulling at his heart. Those eyes bore into his head like a nightmare. He couldn't look away. Before he new it he was back in the battle.

He chopped his axe into another mans back and then aimed at another, but this man dodged and Dangreeds axe dug into the ground hard. The man attacked him with a long sword. Dangreed didn't have time to wrench his axe free of the ground. He dodged a swipe before pulling his short axe out of it's sling on his back and quickly blocked the next attack. He kneed the man in the stomach and brought the axe down on his head. The man stepped back screaming as blood gushed out of the wound that ran straight along his face. Dangreed didn't know what he was doing. He was killing people violently without caring. It was like something had come over him. A new urge. An urge to fight.

Dangreed spun around thrusting the axe into a man who was going to attack him from behind. The axe blade stayed stuck in his body as he too gurgled to the ground with blood spewing from his mouth. Two more men charged at him from both sides. He abandoned his short axe and pulled out his two small throwing axes which he flung at them both each on finding their target. He pulled his short axe out and slung it back over his shoulder before running to retrieve his throwing axes killing another man in the process. He was about to wrench his war axe out when something hard hit him on the head and everything went blank...

Hows that for a battle scene, lol.

Nor am I, but I'm guessing in means 'In the Character of' or something like that, as GC has two characters in the RPG so he has to tell us which one he's writing in that post.

The Queen walked uneasily through one of the many gardens in the Palace grounds. She felt automatically for her rings, only to remeber she had given one away. It was the morning after the druid's visit, and she had suffered yet another sleepless night.

No word of a dwarf, a girl or a man with a rose arriving had yet reached her, and she had no other task to distract her mind. Her husband was off again on some task that she deemed trivial compared the terrible fate that had befallen the council. Late at night she had told the king of the days events and was unsurprised by his reaction. He forbade her from leaving the forest, saying that one of his trusted friends, that acted as his personal council, were far more equiped for the task. She was fuming with anger. The Druid said that the Queen was needed, and by the moon the Queen would go!

She eventally reached her destination, an old wilow tree that some said was weeping a little too much. It was as old, some say even older, then the palace walls. Nienna sank to the ground and leaned against its rough bark. She could feel its antient magic through her touch, and it calmed her. She settled back and closed her eyes. When elfs needs guidence through their long lifes, they usually turn to their oldest and dearest friends. Trees.

OOC: That stands for Out Of Character. Got it. :D

Dangreed awoke with a start only to feel the white hot pain on is head. He reached up to touch the source of the pain. He found a small gash but nothing to serious. The blow. What ever it was had knocked him unconscious. Suddenly something twigged in his mind and all the events returned to him. He stood up fast with shacking legs and looked around.

Dangreed had never seen so much destruction. Dead bodies lay everywhere. Some still with weapons sticking out of them. The building lay in ruin, the whole village lay in ruin. They must have torched the whole place, thought Dangreed.

Dangreed just stared around with a bewildered face. He looked at a man lying before him and gasped.

The man attacked him with a long sword. Dangreed didn't have time to wrench his axe free of the ground. He dodged a swipe before pulling his short axe out of it's sling on his back and quickly blocked the next attack. He kneed the man in the stomach and brought the axe down on his head. The man stepped back screaming as blood gushed out of the wound that ran straight along his face.

screaming, screaming, screaming screaming SCREAMING!!! Dangreed screamed. He knelt down screaming his heart out. He lungs ached but he kept screaming. Screaming in fear of what he had become.... a monster. A thing created to kill. About 15 minutes passed until his endless screams turned into sobs. Before long he was sobbing his eyes out. He couldn't take it....

Dangreed quickly brought his war axe up into the man’s gut who spewed blood out onto him leaving a red stain on his tunic. He gurgled and fell to the ground staring with blank eyes.

Hard blank eyes that penetrated the skull. Dangreed tried to close his eyes of the nightmare within. But it just wouldn't go. Those eyes refused to leave. They stayed. Staring blankly haunting him. Haunting him to the bitter end.

IC: both

Ewan walked straight passed the biwildered man and touched the armour that was closest to him. The beautiful song rose about him as complete as nothing else had been in his life.

Ross looked at him and knew that he was in the throws of his vision and that one of the seven had joined him. But without knowlege of the Curse whispered a dark part of his mind and he knew that he was saved weighing the good of the lands against his personal conscience simply by the speed of the man.

In his communion, Ewan found knowlege, his niavity was stripped away, his longing for the earth was given a defined purpose and he became fully in that moment of what the sevens curse was. In truth it did not bother him, he had no real way to measure time as he was only three and time was the curse, or at least the founding part of it. He mentally shrugged. If he thought however that the music was beautiful, he wept now. He met his father. The representation of the earth power did not appear as the Druids Loyn but rather bas something much older, a shape made out of earth that was as loving as it was alien. It was oly vaugly humanoid yet as he looked it seemed that Ewan could see him,self in the mud face and he smiled. Soon he too was clothed in the silver armour, the sword at his side. His talisman was the noble white dragon, distinct for it's ridged eyes, and the earth, in the silver talisman, was represented by a round hill that it was under. like Ross he waited now for the others, but unlike Ross his visor, that of the gods face he had seen, remained on(they could wish it away at will) because he was fearful of the others reactions.

Ross embraced his new brother.

Then there were two.

OOC: right, both I and aleana15 are waiting for other ppl to post, that includes Kai (who promised!), Gem who knows and Claric. If any new members wish to join my RPG they may do so, just follow the character requirments, read my introductory bit in the other thread and get an admin like TF or DL4 to athorize it and you're away.

If Claric continues not to post for one month from this date 13/1/05 then if no one objects on the 13/2/05 I will nutralise but not destroy his char using NPC's then if he wants to pick it up again he may do so.


GC

I'm waiting for other people to post - plus my brain is full of uni stuff and zilch creativity.

OOC: ok lemme see. *Clears throat*

Dangreed had been sitting there for hours. His mind clear of all thoughts. His weeping had stopped long ago for his eyes were too dry to shed another tear. Dangreed suddenly stood up and retrieved his two sided war axe and left the scene behind him as he entered the forest keeping his eyes as far away from the dead men that lay scattered an the ground. Berk was dead. He was sure of it. In one night Dangreed's life had changed more then dramatically. He no longer had a place to go, he had no energy, no food, no water. A image flashed in front of his eyes and he saw a city. A beautiful city obviously made by the elves. Just as quickly as it had came it had gone. Dangreed shook his head and walked on with no sense of direction he just walked trusting his legs. To take the right journey.

How long she sat there, taking silently with the tree at some deep unconcious level, the Queen of the Woodland elves did not know. But she woke to find the palace grounds buzzing with all sorts of people, but most of them were soilders.

A passing elf, who she recognised as part of her husbands council, looked suprised as she walked onto the path infront of him.

"Your Magesty," he said as he took a low bow. As he met her gaze again she could see something was troubling him. She could also feel the ground was uneasy beneath her feet.

"Something is wrong. What is it?" she demanded.

The counsiler looked afraid and couldn't look directly in her eyes. "There is a group of Maelor Mor who are preparing to attack the city walls."

Nienna nodded and the Counciler took it as a dismissal and quickly went on his way. Around she could see the same worried look on all that moved around the grounds. Then a thought came into her head and she felt her legs grow weak. Her husband, the King, was still outside the safety of the city walls...

IC: Ross

Ross felt it, and he knew that Ewan did as well, the Maelor Mor were preparing to attack the city, trying to destroy the fledgling order before it could become a threat. It was like oil on the skin, the sense of them. Instantly the armour clothed both of them in glorious silver, and using the powers, as yet not fuly known, both Ewan and ross cast their minds into the heart of the enemy and beyond.
"The King is beyond the walls" he said
"What is a king?" answered the curious Ewan
"A power to be protected, but that is for later we must protect him NOW"
"let us go"
Ross headed for the door, still as yet unable to explain the curse of the armour because he had not the time now and he knew that it would not take effect for fifty years or so, still his guilt nagged.
He walked to the stable where each chose a horse, Ross and Ewan led their horses to the end of the cave wall.
"Eilshth erabthe est" the wall dissappeared to be replaced by a view of the Maelor Mor in the distance of the outer wall, as if they were some miles away.
"We must ride to the elven king they probably are already searching for him"
Ewan nodded. Two of the seven rode to save a king.

OOC: jakie could you write the elven king, if not I will do it but if I do he will only be a passing part and I do hate to write as royalty

Galiea reached the walls to the palace, and looked up in awe. Sensi had come to a halt, her breath beginning to get ragged and quick. The palace rose far above the walls, far above the trees and hills surrounding it, glimmering and shimmering as though it was made of pure silver. Eyes still on the palace, Galiea dismounted, and taking Sensi's reins loosely in her hand she walked to the gate. The last barrier between her and the queen.

Her other hand reached up to the chain around her neck, and the ring that was on it. As she clasped it, the gate swung open slowly, and with some trepidation, she walked in, Sensi following, her hooves making an eerily loud clopping noise on the cobbles. Hearing a commotion behind her, Gail swung round, sword at the ready. The guards were following her after all. Her face set with grim determination, she clasped the sword with both hands, eyes glinting with the fire of a warrior.

However, she neededn't have feared. As the guards neared the gate, they swung shut, locking them out. Several of the guards tried to shake open the gate, or even climb over it, but as they did so, a shot of light hit them, sending them flying to the ground. The light had come from the ring.

Without a second thought Galiea ran towards the door of the palace, Sensi, for once, left behind. She'd be waiting for her at the door when she came out. Taking the stairs in leaps and bounds, Gail ran through the halls, and, an unseemingly concious force took her to her destination. She ran to the grounds, and headed straight for an elf, just rising from beneath a tree.

Hurtling pell mell towards her, Gail did not stop until she was face to face with the startled queen.
"Your Majesty, I have been sent by my father with this ring. Your guards have rebelled, and this ring somehow seems to be stopping them. I believe that we should talk." The elf, if suprised by this outspoken girl, did not show it. Istead she mearly smiled.
"Please, call me Nienna. And it is good to see that the Ring of Serenity has not been lost all these years as thought. Only those who are faithful, honest and kind can unlock it's powers. It seems that you have discovered the secret."
"The Ring of Serenity?" A puzzled look appeared on Gail's face. "But I thought that was just a legend. If this really is it, then surely you should have it. Take it, I know you would use it well." Nienna smiled sadly, turning slightly.
"I cannot. The ring can only be used by those it selects. It appears to have chosen you. Were I to wear it, it would be rendered useless. It is you that it will answer to now." Nienna paused slightly.
"Come, let us go inside now." There was a small neigh from a short distance away.
"It appears your horse doesn't want to be left outside anymore. In that case, we shall take tea in one of the lower rooms." Nienna lead the way towards the palace, with Gail and Sensi following behind.
"Great faith in an animal is often rewarded with the like from them. Trust is the most important thing in times like these."

Nienna lead the girl and her horse towards the Palace. On the way she instructed a passing maid to bring drinks to the Orangery. The wide glass doors and many windows let the morning light flood in, and there was plenty of room for two people and a horse.

When they were finally seated and the horse had been settled Nienna finally took a chance to study the first member of the group that she was to take to the cave. Though how she was going to manage that now with the capital under attack and the King outside the walls she didn't know.

Gaelia was younger then she had been expecting, just venturing into the first phase of adult hood, though Nienna could tell that the girl knew alot dispite her lack of years. Something in her eyes told her of past pains and renewed determination. The Queen instantly knew she could be trusted and the Ring of Serenity had confirmed this belief.

While they had tea and cakes the Queen explained as fully as she could the events since Ross had visited. Gaelia nodded though looked slightly bewildered at the task she had been set by a man she had never met.

"And the Maelor Mor are attacking Yannanas now?" Gaelia asked.

Nienna nodded sadly. "I'm afraid Ross will have to wait for us a little longer. I have to go and speak to the Captain of the Guards. I have to make sure my husband gets back alive."

IC: Ross

He led them a a thundering pace, past and around the main body of Maelor Mor and after the elven party. The Power of the armour tracked them, Ross had met the King only twice in his life but remembered very well what he looked like and he had drawn his sword, which vibrated like a compass and began their ride.
On their way they had found some Maelor Mor blocking their path, but they soon died, the holy swords making their bodies cold torches even as they cut. Ross was saddened by the fact that he could now kill, and kill so easily, Ewan seemed unfazed. They were worrior priests after all, they were also so much more, but that required all of the seven to arrive.

They turned a last bend in the well worn path of the forest near the elven capital and saw Maelor Mor , many of them, perhaps as many as 30 killing elves, a small group was holding out, but their numbers were dwindling, they numbered at most 15, but these were Elves, it was their home and their King, still alive, was among them, not unhurt but still fighting. They caused the Maelor Mor a heavy toll, perhaps only five or six of the shadow wizards would come out alive if the two priests did not intervene, but all the Elves would be dead.

two of the seven rode in against darkness, fully reconised and arrayed, as they had not done in thouands of years.

IC: Eöl

The King of the Elves gritted his teeth and wiped the blood-coloured sweat from his brow. Since the attack had began he had lost over half of the elves that had originally been his guard.

The Maelor Mor had appeared out of nowhere, cutting down five of his best soilders with the cruel efficiency of shadows. His horse was terrified beneath him, but the elf had not the time or the ability to calm the animal. How can you calm another when your own heart is beating just as hard within your own chest?

He turned just quick enough to cut the throat of a dark warrior before it could thrust its black sword into the back of a fellow elf, but the king was all too aware that the soilder on his other side lost his life as he fell from his horse.

Eöl looked up to the sky. It was dark and moody as if it wanted the Maelor Mor to win the battle, and they would eventually. Briefy his gaze shifted beyond the small battlefield. He saw two people, men in armor, riding full pelt towards him. For a fleeting moment his heart felt lighter...help was at hand. Then something brought him back to the battle. He turned just before he felt the metal pierce his side...

IC: Ewan

He rode to the side of the king and fought with frenzied efficency, even as Ross moved to hit them from the otherside. His enchanted blade was death to them, turning them to flame as soon as it touched, reducing them to dust, they fell back from him even as he moved in, still keeping his line, but though he was deadly and they feared him, Ross was doing much better than he.....

IC: Ross
He abandoned his horse, he disliked riding on them anyway and it would be a simple magic to recall it and even as Ewan fought with a beauty that paled even the elves fighting ability he simply jumped into the horde, their weapons could hardly peice his armour and his sword lit one and they in turn, in such close quaters lit another, they all were turning to dust and moved to flee... acting on an inner compulsion he moved to Ewan

IC: Both

Ewan vaulted from the saddle, slaying three on the way down,they joined swords by the tip and pointed them at the fleeing Maelor Mor suddenly the world was light by the brightest unnatural light, everyone, even the elves, themselves creatures of the light, could look again, all the Maelor Mor were dead, dust to the wind. Both of them removed their helms.
Ross smiled and Ewan looked at the king with his dragon eyes and said
"Greetings King of the elves, we are the first two of the seven-come-again"

IC:Eol

The enemy had fled, what was left of them. The king of the Elves had fallen from his horse and was nowlying half concious on the floor. He saw the two men, who had so quickly changed the course of the battle, walk towards him and greet him. As any king would, he greeted them as curtiously as he could, but the pain in his side was almost too much to bear.

The one with dragon eyes helped the king onto his horse. Eol could see his remaining men were taking the best care they could of the wonded and the dead. Guilt seered through him that he had lost so many, and would have lost all had these two strangers not appeared. He looked the two men in the eye and said as humblerly as he could manage, "Thank-you." And then the darkness swallowed him once more.

OOC: I will nullify claric's character now

IC: both
They carried him, all of them, the house guard and the two of the seven, through the pathways that the two chosen had coe, back to the cave, keeping him alive and partway healing him with their magic as they lead him towards his wife the Queen, wether or not that was enough to keep him alive was up to the place healers and the king himself. The elves kept away from Ewan, not able to meet his eyes and edged away too from Ross, because he was now part of their myths even now, the legend of the seven was well known and he was now a part of it. The elves had always whispered that the kings house as well as his rulership was coming to an end but now they realised that all elves may soon die in the storem tha may soon come.

They led him to his love and the two waited in the queens antechamber for the third.

IC: Ross

He saw in his vision the man with a rose on his chest, the Maelor Mor attacked and though they could not kill a chosen before they accepted the armour they could nullify one, he became encased in living Ice, out of the picture for the present because , if he were ever to escape, it would rely on his own actions and innate will not that of any magic. The seven became six already, either another would be chosen if his will did not break the ice soon or he would break it and face the choice of the armour, and choice it was,. Though the armour compelled it could not force and their was always an element of free will involved.

Whatever happened both he and Ewan settled for some rest, the spontanious magic had exausted them both.

He slept, still not at peace for the secret that burned in his chest, not yet he thought, they all need to choose still, or at least six of them.

Sitting waiting was not something Gaelia was good at. She marvelled at how Nienna could simply sit and wait.
"I guess patience is a virtue common among elves." She muttered to herself, not expecting to be heard.
"Indeed it is. As is good hearing." Gaelia looked up, shocked, and Nienna smiled at her. Just then, a guard came in, breathing heavily, blood stains on his armour. Both turned quickly to look at the intrusion.
"Your highness, your husband has returned. You will need to move with all haste." Nienna looked worried, turning to face Gaelia.
"Gaelia, I think now is the time you must meet my husband. I do not know what condition he is in, and I cannot wait for a recovery before introductions. Come, Sensi will be quite safe here." Nienna nodded to the guard, who turned and ran in the direction he had initially come in. Gaelia followed as Nienna left the room, looking back to her horse, who was stood, waiting. Feeling insignificant, she could think of nothing to say other than:
"Please, call me Gail."

OOC:
can either gem or jackie post agin, im not doin anythin until they are taken 2 meet my characters.....

OOC: That'll be Jackie then - I can't think of anything - that's why I left it there! ^_^

Okay, I know I have to write a bit more, but you're gonna have to be patient for a bit. I've got a lot of work that's got to be in in the next week or so and a computer thats really not helping - so I haven't forgotten, just don't be surprised if it dosen't get done for a bit :)